Where she lives nobody cries,
No one hurts and no one dies.
The homeless take up residence,
In houses with white picket fence.
The hungry feed off sheer will,
Stomachs empty with their fill.
The beaten children muffle cries,
On the days that she walks by.
Sunday's mask is tolerance,
The rest of the week it's ignorance.
She has got the Christian view,
Do unto others as they to you.
History is one leather bound book,
The only one from fires they took.
She only knows her thirty years
A modern mess; her souvenirs.
Her only emotion is hatred disguised,
As unlimited love in others' eyes.
All her actions for one cause
Living modern by ancient laws.
She knows if you bow down once a week,
And always turn the other cheek,
You alone are exempt
From God's continual contempt.
But bitterness has secretley gathered
Released on things that once mattered.
She never practiced what she preached,
Reward's a carrot out of reach.
A world against her in a time of need,
She's left alone with Christian greed.
A story of Abraham and Isaac,
Won't bring her only son back.
A misfortune and her faith is lost,
She wanted love free from cost.
Spurned by everything she once knew,
She finally has the Christian view.
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